Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
She clearly sees him raise an eyebrow while his mouth tugs. “You… prepared breakfast for me?”
“Hey, hey, hey.” She puts the bag behind her. “This is a small accident.” She grimaces like she has eaten a lump of stool.
Han Qilu glances at her. “Milk.” He points to the half-empty box in her hand. She blinks, not daring to shake the box. “Sorry, I drank half… .”
Desperate, he stretches out his hands like he is about to play the piano and snatches the milk from her, and chugs it down. He shuts down his emotions reflecting in his eyes. This makes her heart skip.
Rendered speechless, she doesn’t know what to say.
“Thanks!” he says as he shakes the box in his hand while stepping away. As he departs, An Chuxia wakes up from her daze and catches up. “Hello, young master Han Qilu!!!”
She can’t look him in the face as she unexpectedly calls him young master. Despite feeling nauseated, she must flatter him to jockey for a job that’ll suit her.
“That… do you have any free time today?” She grasps his hand closest to her. “It’s such a sunny and wonderful Saturday. Don’t you think it would be a shame to waste the day away at home?”
He feels his mouth tug. Since meeting her, he’s been smiling more… especially when he’s with her. “What do you want to do?”
“Anything!” she immediately replies. “I have no plans set aside. I just wanted to ask you if you’re free today.”
He turns cold and unhappy. “Are you trying to check so you can meet up with your important contact?”
Date you? The hell I’ll date you! You think you’ll be the next mistress? Not in this generation! His thoughts run amok as An Chuxia’s face maintains a consistent, light laugh. She is very good in hiding her thoughts from other people… Either that, or Qilu would spill blood as she dies.
“I just wanted to ask you if you had any free time. I hadn’t thought you had an important date.” Even for money, she isn’t willing to sell herself to date him. Why bother!
Han Qilu witnesses the look of resignation on her face. She doesn’t see him relax as he says, “It’s not about you. I was just worried how to refuse your offer.”
“Because you have to meet with Mo Xinwei?” she subconsciously blurts out.
“With whom has nothing to do with you,” he spits out, regretting his words as soon as he says it. But before An Chuxia says anything, he softens his tone and says, “With Mingluo… to play golf.”